Ace - Figaro lyrics

[Verse 1: Ace] Up on top of the globe Astronomical poses Rolling roses, guns and stones is all that poses Major threat, make a bet to all his troops As they loop-di-doop around Betty Boop They on cahoots It's a shame, there ain't no pity Look at mother earth and say she ain't too pretty From the obnubilated city Purr purr kitty cat Fat slap from mother's back hand when I chitty chat Or maybe snap back like the flat-cap the uncle used to wear when he sleep on the couch Effective speech from the mouth Dental records show corrosion on the molars from the acid that he spit or alkaline from lies as he deceived and despised as the eyes of the spies speculated and devised the evil plot to bring his demise Nah, that's why he ain't too friendly The clouds in the sky came to rain on your Bentley As well as your parade Charade was far from over Son you a star, check it, I'm the supernova Ace of spare spades, keep the deck in place Warn the human race, andile, andile My son will call risotto rices If and when he's left to his own devices Now, tell me, whose the nicest? Corporate cash-exchangers? Or vagabonds defining the meaning of honest strangers? No hobo [Verse 2] Imma' ripping and sticking, like I'm sticking the clip in The definition of vision? Ace's optical permission Something in a thirty acre thermal thicket of thorns Thrust and thunder is threatening the 3D thoughts Like, clean up You know where to send the wire jerks Black teeth still snack on sweets and the fireworks and Get stacks with the qui-mon-qui They used to sell cd's, now its fake weaves and pit seeds Infinite flow rap style like the gauntlet If you've got it, flaunt it The rap game is haunted by dead emcee's Who fell into the trap "Versace, versace..." Man, I ain't buying that These whack rappers ain't dope No message in their flow No brains in their domes No intelligence to show Yet they're selling out shows On the radio, in the store Yeah, I've heard it all before Originality is low, man It kinda gets you right here, don't it? Ace got the rhymes to cure this nightmare, promise Best to keep your soul safe from harm, man, own it Or the sell-outs sell it out and put a serial number on it Check it [Outro] YFG next clique with an odd future Rules of the game is hold your girl close or lose her...